1690: C1690 The Dehumanizing South of Li

C1690 The Dehumanizing South of Li

Lee Nanfang really wanted to find someone to come over, slap that guy's face a few times, then ask him if it hurts.

It should hurt.

It was as if a bullet had struck his shoulder.

Lee Nanfang couldn't rely on his strong willpower to recover from the shock of Yang Xiao appearing and then disappearing. On the other hand, a series of bullets came from the direction of the rainforest a few hundred meters away, forcing him to wake up.

This time, he did not hear the sound of the bullet piercing through the air. Even if there was a bit of sound, he would not have been able to hear it with his previous condition.

At this time, if someone were to hide in the shadows and unleash a hidden gun on him, he would definitely be killed in one shot.

But he was not dead, and the bullet had only been nailed to his shoulder.

So it must have been a woman.

Why was there such a conjecture?

It was because Lee Nanfang found a very interesting rule during his three months of training.

All the soldiers were training with firearms. Facing the humanoid target, the male soldiers liked to shoot at the middle of their eyebrows while the female soldiers liked to shoot at the heart.

This had nothing to do with personal habits. It was entirely due to the difference in personality between men and women.

After the bullet had penetrated the brain, the fresh blood and brain matter that came out would stimulate the bloodlust of a man.

After the bullet entered the heart, a large amount of blood flowed on the ground, causing the woman to become even calmer.

It was hard to explain the reason for this difference, but a large amount of practical experience had proven that this situation existed 99% of the time.

As for the remaining 1% that didn't exist, they were probably people like Jinghong Ming, who had nurtured the Twelve Golden Flowers, and the 13 Secret Service.

They did not care about how important a person's head was, or how important their heart was. As long as they could kill, even the soles of their target's feet would become vital points of their life.

According to the trajectory analysis of the bullet, the person who fired the shot was hiding in the rainforest.

Lee Nanfang stood on the desert in a daze. Behind him was a desert that was dozens of meters high. In front of him was an endless expanse of desert, and only one side of his body was exposed to the rainforest a few hundred meters away.

The bullet hit Lee Nanfang's shoulder instead of piercing into his temple, proving that the person was trying to shoot him in the heart.

From this, it could be determined that it was a female soldier who had fired.

Even though he knew that it was impossible to hit the heart from the side, he still insisted on hitting the heart.

This proved that the female soldier who had fired the gun was a rookie.

Only the new recruits, those noobs who had not seen much blood before, would insist on their own habits when attacking the enemy.

Only rookies would hold the trigger when their attacks missed and when the target dodged, sending a large amount of sand flying out but unable to hit the target.

Lee Nanfang took out his sniper rifle from the gun. When he felt the pain, he became clear-headed. He subconsciously lowered his body and rolled forward to avoid the next bullet. At the same time, he grabbed a sniper rifle that Shen Qingwu threw on the ground. Then, he rolled back and used the Gobi Desert as a cover to completely ensure his own life was safe. After that, he did the same in his head to confirm the identity of the shooter.

By the time he threw a clump of branches out from behind the Gobi, he had caught fire.

Then, he came out from the back of the room, knelt on one knee, and raised the M24 sniper rifle. Through the aiming lens, he saw a red-faced, short-haired girl with an extremely nervous expression.

The facts confirmed his conjecture.

Lee Nanfang praised his unparalleled high IQ and analysis ability, then subconsciously pulled the trigger.

A 7.62mm bullet and a warhead is fired.

The short-haired girl was gone.

Lee Nanfang was also dumbfounded.

"Holy shit, why would I do that?"

Boss Lee held the sniper rifle in his hand, completely unable to understand why he would want to kill a girl.

He admitted that the female soldier's appearance was a bit more ordinary, but she was also a female.

For the past few hours, he had been lying here thinking about a girl coming to him. The two of them were friendly and friendly. After a deeper exchange, he opened his arms and made a gesture of hugging the blue sky, making himself a stepping stone for someone on the way to promotion.

How could he resist when the scene he imagined happened?

Not only did he resist, he even killed him.

This this, uh, must be because of that demon Yang Xiao.

Lee Nanfang quickly found a suitable reason to explain his disobedience.

He walked back to the pile of things Shen Qingwu had thrown down. He crouched down and found a small medical kit. While he took off the bullet embedded in his shoulder and bandaged it, he thought carefully about what Yang Xiao had said before he disappeared.

The next time we meet, everything is over.

What is it?

This demon can't be thinking of killing me, right?

Lee Nanfang finally understood the meaning behind Wu Tie's words.

However, wasn't this decision too hasty?

Three days ago, he had clearly said that it was not time yet.

In just three days, Boss Lee had become a lamb waiting to be slaughtered by the butcher?

No, I can't die yet.

I haven't seen Nanfang Group become the world's largest women's clothing business group. Nanfang's stockings haven't been worn by women all over the world.

I have yet to sort out the relationships between all the women around me, and I watched the seeds that my father sowed grow.

I haven't finished three unfinished business with my aunt and father.

More importantly, I still have a mistress.

If I died, my mistress would be very sad.

I absolutely can't let my mistress cry anymore, so I definitely can't die that easily!

In the face of a life-and-death situation, it was his wife who allowed Lee Nanfang to regain his confidence. Then, she jumped and scolded Yang Xiao, who had already disappeared. Only then did she feel much better.

It was just Yang Xiao, so Boss Lee wouldn't panic when his life was threatened and start to worry about others.

What's more, Yang Xiao, that demon, also said that he would make everything come to an end the next time they meet.

When would they meet again, wasn't that what Boss Lee decided?

He could just hide in a place that Yang Xiao wouldn't be able to find.

Alright, Lee Nanfang admitted that those thoughts were all bullshit.

He understood that if Yang Xiao really wanted to kill him, he wouldn't even have the ability to resist.

Since he could no longer change his fate, he might as well do something meaningful now.

He shook his head to clear away the psychological pressure Yang Xiao gave him, then he used a branch to build a safe haven with shade on top and a stove underneath.

The sky was vast, and the earth was vast.

Furthermore, this place was absolutely safe and he did not have to worry about any real threat to his life.

Lee Nanfang, who did not take the selection training seriously, went back to sleep.

Even if he was getting his neck smeared in his sleep, he didn't really care.

Unfortunately, even when the sky turned completely dark, no one came to disturb Boss Lee's "Spring and Autumn Dream".

Is Lee Nanfang asleep?

No!

No matter who it was, after knowing that their lives were in danger, they would not be able to sleep peacefully.

Lee Nanfang only wanted to numb himself with an indifferent attitude. He didn't want to think about the difficulties he would face against Yang Xiao in the future.

However, the more he tried to escape, the more Yang Xiao's figure was stuck in his mind.

It was just like before he was fourteen years old, his appearance as a little old man was always accompanied by his gloomy and inferior childhood. No matter how much he hated looking in the mirror and how much he hated himself emerging from the water, he could always see that disgusting appearance in other people's eyes.

Lee Nanfang was not a saint. He was just an ordinary person who had been oppressed and struggled to live until now because of fate.

Anyone who was slightly less able to bear it would have long ago drowned themselves in a place devoid of people before the age of fourteen.

Lee Nanfang did not kill himself, but he survived.

In the end, it achieved the perfect reverse growth and became the "Black Ghost" that made people talk about it in western countries.

Such an experience was something Lee Nanfang and the others were proud of.

He felt that he had persevered in his efforts, and had overcome the abominable fate.

A person who could even reverse fate, why was it that under the threat of another person, he was completely unable to resist at all?

Just because Yang Xiao was very skilled?

No matter how high his martial arts were, it was all achieved through a bit of hard work the day after tomorrow.

Yang Xiao could do it, but Lee Nanfang was as cruel as a Stinky Sock.

Why, this kind of situation can't be turned around, and the city Lee Nanfang would be tortured into a Stinky Sock by that demon.

Can you?

Why not!

Can't you?

Why not!2

When the night fell, Lee Nanfang, who had been lying on the ground for who knows how long, finally stood up.

His eyes were bloodshot. The more Yang Xiao's persistent figure oppressed him, the more he had to stand straight.

Indeed, Yang Xiao had left a long time ago.

Lee Nanfang stood up because he wanted to fight with Yang Xiao at the cost of his life.

In the past, Lee Nanfang's confidence had suffered a major blow every time he faced Yang Xiao. However, at that time, Yang Xiao did not reveal any intention of taking his life, so Lee Nanfang chose to avoid this question time and time again to think about it.

Even if there were a few times when it was unavoidable, the devilish aura of the Black Dragon would erupt from within his body, recklessly vent out all of its emotions, fall into a deep slumber, and then forget about those things.

But here, the black dragon was gone.

Lee Nanfang's humanity itself had no choice but to endure all of the pressure. He laid on the ground and waited for his death.

When he finally couldn't take it anymore, he stood up.

He needed to vent.

He wanted to kill.

He needed to use his blood to dissolve the pain of his life being threatened, but he was powerless.

This was the first time such a bloodthirsty thought appeared in Lee Nanfang's mind.

The tangible Evil Dragon in his body did not follow his consciousness into the virtual training ground.

However, the evil thoughts in his human nature slowly gave birth to a Evil Qi that was the same as the Black Dragon.

"I'm going to die, how can other people still live on like this? They all have to die! "

These were the words in Lee Nanfang's heart that he never shouted out.

His thoughts became incomparably twisted.

However, he didn't realize this problem at all. He just bent down and placed the huge pile of weapons and equipment that Shen Qingwu had left on his body in an orderly manner.

Afterwards, they followed the vast desert and entered the forest that exuded a greasy smell after the heavy rain had stopped.

Yang Xiao said that the most important "Spirit" of the Black Dragon's "Essence, Qi, and Spirit" had been formed.

This kind of "god" wasn't something Jinghong Ming had guessed, but the illusory black dragon had developed its own consciousness.

It was to let Lee Nanfang's own thoughts become highly consistent with the evil nature of the Black Dragon.

Contempt of life, dehumanizing.

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